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Everything comes in black and white, good and bad. Everything comes with two sides to it, like those yin and yang signs, a two piece puzzle, that you cannot separate. It's like as if you really wanted you could dig out some gold in a shit hole. If you were searching long enough. Also, you could find a golden egg full of shit. You know like, it can never be just shit or just gold. Like pure. There's no pure evil, or pure goodness. Nope.

Today I saw an old lady in a shopping mall, talking to herself, about how expensive the bread is. While listening to her endless monologue, I grinned at her, at this world, and I felt like crying. Sometimes, sad things are beautiful, distilled, real. These kind of pure, sharp images, full of sadness, loneliness, past..they fill you up with life, not ugly, not beautiful, just real life. It hits you like a sudden sharp noise in a room full of silence. Something different.